Poem: The Last Puzzle Piece

For a while I was convinced,

that the only piece that I was missing ,

in my jigsaw puzzle of a life,

was you.

And once you returned,

I'd be complete again.

Only, it seems like you're the lost piece

of an unknown puzzle.

A me , that somewhere

between screaming and crying,

between starvation and ice-cream,

between rock and blues,

got left behind.

And the me thats left

doesn't require that last piece,

oh-so-desperately.

She is not as innocent,

not as naive,

not as unselfish,

as the previous one.

She's put up the walls again.

She prefers people that like her.

She still worries frantically,

but just not for you.

And your return,

though it was needed,

comes with an anti-climax of sorts.

I've learned to live.

I've learned to survive.

I've superglued my heart together.

So now what do I do with your piece?